Dear Internet - please quit being pessimistic b-tards. Also, relax. Thanks.

[Ripcord]

I already know this will make no difference to anyone.

But Internet. Come on. You've got to TAKE IT EASY.

On this board alone I keep seeing threads like this one:
http://www.telltalegames.com/forums/showthread.php?t=16257

Or threads accusing Telltale of trying to gouge people for shipping costs to turn over profit.
Or accusing Telltale of trying to "force" people to buy iPads.
Or accusing Telltale's "marketing department" of false contents.
Or accusing Telltale of price gouging people on <pick your favorite gaming console>.
Or accusing Telltale of stealing your money when they release a version with a bug that affects .0001% of users, because it's not fixed within a week (and Telltale has already offered a refund).

...This is just a handful from the last 2 weeks on these forums. There's a scary number of examples from the last 4+ years.


Internet, you're a teaming mass of life. You're made up out of a lot of great people. But you have to chill. Take a breath. Take two.

And there's no reason to treat Telltale like that. What reason would anyone have to think that anyone at that company is ever doing anything with ANY shady intention at all? These guys seem to be the epitome of stand-up gaming company, yet you abuse them so much. Not only is it rude, insulting, and unwarranted, but it's embarrassing to other parts of the Internet. And totally unfair and discouraging to the guys that build the things you like so much.

I know people on the 'nets like to obsess about games to an almost creepy level. But be fair and honest in your creepiness. Quit flying off the handle. Stop making wild accusations. THINK before you throw random crap out there. Golden rule, and all that stuff.

Above all, have fun gaming. That's why we're here.
Ripcord, the 'net nanny.

[tredlow]

Telltale Games ate my dog.

[Avel]

This thread touched me in a bad place.

Edit: On a serious note, I don't tend to take the internet nor much said on it to be of a particularly serious nature. I also tend to believe that Telltale has a thicker skin, y'know being a company and all. Also, you're addressing a faceless entity.

[Vainamoinen]

With great games comes great responsibility.

[Diduz]

With great games comes great responsibility.

Exactly.

[Kaldire]

evidence is evidence

people are people

companies change and try to adapt

but one thing i have learned in my many years of the netwebs.. is that starting a thread like this is like painting a bullseye on your bum and asking for quip or retort or something snappy back

i say this to thee kind forum dweller
try not to tell people what to do,
regardless of what they view (yes I just broke this rule by telling you to do this.. such is the paradox)

its obviously more than a few people's concern, including mine.. seems very odd and a strange new river for the company that once held a dammed lake of goodness now spilling over into the nether regions of 'exclusives and ' console type control...and yes the dreaded ipads (shudder)

and yes someone posted earlier.. im not stupid I know you can use the keyboard, Just use max's power and watch the analog stick appear from no where yeaa.. nice one
(sometimes it stays stuck mid screen)

im a huge telltale fan, mainly due to their course and company(the people in it)
the who and the why was the main factor.
the first few games were .. well.. not great but started them on a road that lead.. well here

I loved the new SM 3-1
i just felt it tooo.. geared for a controller and a tv screen with my huge PAUSED screen and odd menus

wow i digress.

to each his own.. and to thine own mods be true.

they will mod as they see libel or whatnot.. the rest is just .. freedom of speech on a public(yet registered) forum thread.

(shrug)

or as me pappy would say

i could doo doo in one hand and wish in the other and see which would fill first...

(hmm)

[onlyamonkey]

1. The anonymity of the internet has opened up a vent for all those who stfu irl.
2. A dissatified customer stirs up dirt. A satisfied customer doesn't. A dissatisfied customer who is vocal about his complaint also antagonizes defenders of the cause to pop up and do their thing.

So to conclude: it ain't no big thang. Don't give the whiners unnecessary attention that's all.

[Fury]

Pffft.

Raging on the internet is fun! And a victimless act.

[Secret Fawful]

evidence is evidence

people are people

companies change and try to adapt

but one thing i have learned in my many years of the netwebs.. is that starting a thread like this is like painting a bullseye on your bum and asking for quip or retort or something snappy back


Quip and retort.

[Avistew]

Pffft.

Raging on the internet is fun! And a victimless act.

Victimless? Are you kidding me? Yelling at people who were trying to please you and planned nice surprises for you? How can you not see that you're hurting them? And why is my post made entirely of questions, apart from your quote?

[Hassat Hunter]

Yeah, it would be a shame if Telltale had to turn "evil" because they couldn't entrust their fanbase with their awesomeness like the hats action...

[Fury]

Victimless? Are you kidding me? Yelling at people who were trying to please you and planned nice surprises for you? How can you not see that you're hurting them? And why is my post made entirely of questions, apart from your quote?

The tf2 hats were nice.

But raging is too much fun!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[tredlow]

Telltale Games tricked me into painting their fence.

[Avistew]

Once again, I think a common problem is how people fail to see each other's feelings.
I'm not saying I'm never guilty of this, but it feels people would be much lesser jerks if only they realised how the other person felt or tried to put themselves in their shoes.
It's so easy to assume you're the only one suffering and everyone is out to get you. It's funny (well, not really "funny") but I've noticed the less suffering people have actually gone through or witnessed, the more they act like they're the victim and everybody else is happy and mean.

[Zonino]

http://www.jerrah.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/someone_is_wrong_on_the_internet1.jpg

Internet heroes unite!

[Avistew]

Actually, I think this one might suit better:

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/internet_argument.png

It's easier to be an asshole to words than to people.

[tredlow]

Internet threw me a birthday party

[JedExodus]

If people wanna complain they can complain. Telltale's a company like every other company out there, you give em money, they give you a product. You're not happy then you complain.

None of this stuff mentioned annoyed me, but i'd rather people complained about silly things than noone complained at all and just jumped ship, i'm sure others think the same

[Hassat Hunter]

Well, keeps the place alive at least :D.

[Crrash]

AH YEAH? WELL... WELL ...

so's your face!


(Just in case someone doesn't get it: do not take this post seriously. it's not supposed to be serious. i'm just incredibly bored)

[Avistew]

I think the problem isn't people complaining as much as the way they complain, and the fact that they often don't try to figure out the facts first, or don't let the employees explain anything.

Of course you can criticise things, but if you're constantly aggressive it doesn't make for a good atmosphere. I realise people might just have had a bad day and need to vent, but sometimes it gets frustrating, I guess.
You know the candy that had "win" or "lose" inside of them? And if you had "win", you got an extra candy (and you could win several times in a row). Well sometimes it feels like people are complaining that they want every piece of candy to be winning, because otherwise it's unfair.

And people are just so more vocal and eloquent or something when they're upset. When we're happy we go "yay, we love you!" but we don't express it as much, as strongly or as well, so it ends up feeling like everyone is annoyed, upset or complaining all the time. I wouldn't want it to be like that. Imagine if the plushies I made, people would start raging that I didn't make the one they wanted or that I'm not making one for them? I'd feel terrible! I'm making them because I'm hoping people will be happy to see them, and as something extra and free, and it would be greeted by complains and yells and accusations, insults and swears? I'd be devastated for sure.
It just... Maybe they're all super-strong or maybe they just know how much most of us love them, and that the ones who complain mostly love them too. Maybe it doesn't phase them. But when I see that all I want is go give them all a big hug and tell them they're wonderful, and not to let it get to them.

I guess to some extent I also want to tell the people who complain that I'm sorry they're feeling so terrible, but to please try and see it from the other side. You can't just spit in someone's face when they give you something because you think it's not good enough.

[JedExodus]

Yeah but this is the wild wild web, it's just the nature of the thing when loads of people are behind a keyboard. You learn what to ignore and what to take notice of after a while.

I def skim read the long ranty posts... and a ton of Rather Dashing's cos that guy just goes on and on and...

[MusicallyInspired]

Dear OP,

Lost cause.

Sincerely,
A non-vocal minority member of the internet who agrees with you

[ShaggE]

I think it's time for another gift basket to TTG. :p (I still feel bad that I was never able to chip in for those)

The atmosphere of these forums are such that it feels more like just a bunch of folks BSing about their common interest (with a number of members who just happen to make great games), and less like COMPANY vs CUSTOMER.

One would think that this would quell people's instinct to assume they're being screwed, but anonymity wins again. That said, the rage to satisfaction ratio here is still one of the best I've seen on a company's forum.

[Astro Gnocci]

Just stumbled upon this

http://www.credoaction.com/comics/2010/04/if-real-life-were-more-like-the-internet/

Teehee:p

[nikasaur]

Just stumbled upon this

http://www.credoaction.com/comics/2010/04/if-real-life-were-more-like-the-internet/

Teehee:p

http://redvsblue.com/archive/episode.php?id=57

[Kaldire]

until they show better support.. as in replies to stuff about stores and activation (still locked out of private sm thread)

im not gifting to the basket :P

waaaaaaaaaahh (cries)

and yes retort and quip

smarties :P

[Avistew]

http://redvsblue.com/archive/episode.php?id=57

Awesome!
...but I'm already home.

EDIT: wait, when did you get all bold?

[Giant Tope]

There's /b/tards everywhere? Or is that just a term for people you don't like on the internet nowadays?

[Avistew]

There's /b/tards everywhere? Or is that just a term for people you don't like on the internet nowadays?

Ooh, you think it means people from /b/? I thought it was a censored "bastards".

[Fury]

I def skim read the long ranty posts... and a ton of Rather Dashing's cos that guy just goes on and on and...

OMG! I knew I wasn't the only one. Same with Secret Fawful.

[Avistew]

...
Does anyone skip my posts?

[Secret Fawful]

OMG! I knew I wasn't the only one. Same with Secret Fawful.

I like to make sure no one reads my posts, so I add in ten extra adjectives per noun and I make sure I replace words with synonyms that are extra long.

[Rather Dashing]

I find it highly disconcerting that people are ignoring my posts. After all, I do try to think extensively about what it is that I am including in my posts. Besides, I think a long post generally has more thought and discussion value than a short one. I often find myself enjoying a good read of a longer forum post, because I know the person involved has a lot to say. On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and Rion island. Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an event at Marseilles for a ship to come into port, especially when this ship, like the Pharaon, has been built, rigged, and laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs to an owner of the city. The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock has made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and approached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and sedately that the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil, asked one another what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those experienced in navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all the evidence of being skilfully handled, the anchor a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off, and standing by the side of the pilot, who was steering the Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner port, was a young man, who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched every motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of the pilot. The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, which he reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship's bulwarks. He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger. "Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and why have you such an air of sadness aboard?" "A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man,—"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere." "And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly. "Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head. But poor Captain Leclere—"

"What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy captain?" "He died." "Fell into the sea?" "No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony." Then turning to the crew, he said, "Bear a hand there, to take in sail!"

All hands obeyed, and at once the eight or ten seamen who composed the crew, sprang to their respective stations at the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail sheets and halyards, the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately obeyed, and then turned again to the owner.

"And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrupted conversation. "Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk with the harbor-master, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hours he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty-six pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island. We bring to his widow his sword and cross of honor. It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like everybody else."

"Why, you see, Edmond," replied the owner, who appeared more comforted at every moment, "we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion; and since you assure me that the cargo—"

"Is all safe and sound, M. Morrel, take my word for it; and I advise you not to take 25,000 francs for the profits of the voyage."

Then, as they were just passing the Round Tower, the young man shouted: "Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; brail up the spanker!"

The order was executed as promptly as it would have been on board a man-of-war.

"Let go—and clue up!" At this last command all the sails were lowered, and the vessel moved almost imperceptibly onwards.

"Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel," said Dantes, observing the owner's impatience, "here is your supercargo, M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you with every particular. As for me, I must look after the anchoring, and dress the ship in mourning."

The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a rope which Dantes flung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climbed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the conversation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, of unprepossessing countenance, obsequious to his superiors, insolent to his subordinates; and this, in addition to his position as responsible agent on board, which is always obnoxious to the sailors, made him as much disliked by the crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them.

"Well, M. Morrel," said Danglars, "you have heard of the misfortune that has befallen us?"

"Yes—yes: poor Captain Leclere! He was a brave and an honest man."

"And a first-rate seaman, one who had seen long and honorable service, as became a man charged with the interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & Son," replied Danglars.

"But," replied the owner, glancing after Dantes, who was watching the anchoring of his vessel, "it seems to me that a sailor needs not be so old as you say, Danglars, to understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction from any one."

"Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct."

"As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that was his duty as captain's mate; as to losing a day and a half off the Island of Elba, he was wrong, unless the vessel needed repairs."

"The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope you are, M. Morrel, and this day and a half was lost from pure whim, for the pleasure of going ashore, and nothing else."

"Dantes," said the shipowner, turning towards the young man, "come this way!"

"In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, "and I'm with you." Then calling to the crew, he said—"Let go!"

The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his post in spite of the presence of the pilot, until this manoeuvre was completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and square the yards!"

"You see," said Danglars, "he fancies himself captain already, upon my word."

"And so, in fact, he is," said the owner.

"Except your signature and your partner's, M. Morrel."

"And why should he not have this?" asked the owner; "he is young, it is true, but he seems to me a thorough seaman, and of full experience."

A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. Morrel," said Dantes, approaching, "the vessel now rides at anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed me, I think?"

Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why you stopped at the Island of Elba?"

"I do not know, sir; it was to fulfil the last instructions of Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for Marshal Bertrand." "Then did you see him, Edmond?" "Who?" "The marshal."


tl;dr: I like chocolate chip cookies.

[Comrade Pants]

I find it highly disconcerting that people are ignoring my posts. After all, I do try to think extensively about what it is that I am including in my posts. Besides, I think a long post generally has more thought and discussion value than a short one. I often find myself enjoying a good read of a longer forum post, because I know the person involved has a lot to say. On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and Rion island. Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an event at Marseilles for a ship to come into port, especially when this ship, like the Pharaon, has been built, rigged, and laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs to an owner of the city. The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock has made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and approached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and sedately that the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil, asked one another what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those experienced in navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all the evidence of being skilfully handled, the anchor a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off, and standing by the side of the pilot, who was steering the Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner port, was a young man, who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched every motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of the pilot. The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, which he reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship's bulwarks. He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger. "Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and why have you such an air of sadness aboard?" "A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man,—"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere." "And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly. "Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head. But poor Captain Leclere—"

"What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy captain?" "He died." "Fell into the sea?" "No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony." Then turning to the crew, he said, "Bear a hand there, to take in sail!"

All hands obeyed, and at once the eight or ten seamen who composed the crew, sprang to their respective stations at the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail sheets and halyards, the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately obeyed, and then turned again to the owner.

"And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrupted conversation. "Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk with the harbor-master, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hours he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty-six pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island. We bring to his widow his sword and cross of honor. It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like everybody else."

"Why, you see, Edmond," replied the owner, who appeared more comforted at every moment, "we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion; and since you assure me that the cargo—"

"Is all safe and sound, M. Morrel, take my word for it; and I advise you not to take 25,000 francs for the profits of the voyage."

Then, as they were just passing the Round Tower, the young man shouted: "Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; brail up the spanker!"

The order was executed as promptly as it would have been on board a man-of-war.

"Let go—and clue up!" At this last command all the sails were lowered, and the vessel moved almost imperceptibly onwards.

"Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel," said Dantes, observing the owner's impatience, "here is your supercargo, M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you with every particular. As for me, I must look after the anchoring, and dress the ship in mourning."

The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a rope which Dantes flung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climbed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the conversation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, of unprepossessing countenance, obsequious to his superiors, insolent to his subordinates; and this, in addition to his position as responsible agent on board, which is always obnoxious to the sailors, made him as much disliked by the crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them.

"Well, M. Morrel," said Danglars, "you have heard of the misfortune that has befallen us?"

"Yes—yes: poor Captain Leclere! He was a brave and an honest man."

"And a first-rate seaman, one who had seen long and honorable service, as became a man charged with the interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & Son," replied Danglars.

"But," replied the owner, glancing after Dantes, who was watching the anchoring of his vessel, "it seems to me that a sailor needs not be so old as you say, Danglars, to understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction from any one."

"Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct."

"As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that was his duty as captain's mate; as to losing a day and a half off the Island of Elba, he was wrong, unless the vessel needed repairs."

"The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope you are, M. Morrel, and this day and a half was lost from pure whim, for the pleasure of going ashore, and nothing else."

"Dantes," said the shipowner, turning towards the young man, "come this way!"

"In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, "and I'm with you." Then calling to the crew, he said—"Let go!"

The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his post in spite of the presence of the pilot, until this manoeuvre was completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and square the yards!"

"You see," said Danglars, "he fancies himself captain already, upon my word."

"And so, in fact, he is," said the owner.

"Except your signature and your partner's, M. Morrel."

"And why should he not have this?" asked the owner; "he is young, it is true, but he seems to me a thorough seaman, and of full experience."

A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. Morrel," said Dantes, approaching, "the vessel now rides at anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed me, I think?"

Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why you stopped at the Island of Elba?"

"I do not know, sir; it was to fulfil the last instructions of Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for Marshal Bertrand." "Then did you see him, Edmond?" "Who?" "The marshal."


tl;dr: I like chocolate chip cookies.


I bolded the part that matters.

[Avistew]

Andrew, quoting that entire post should count as spam.

Dashing: where did you get that from?

[Comrade Pants]

Andrew, quoting that entire post should count as spam.

But... but that whole ordeal itself was not?

[Rather Dashing]

Dashing: where did you get that from?
Here (http://goo.gl/7erA).

[Avistew]

Here (http://goo.gl/7erA).

Ah! I was wondering :)

Andrew: as bad as posting it the first time was, repeating it will always be worse.

[Comrade Pants]

I.... I'm hurt.

[Avistew]

I would add, it's worse when you have nothing relevant or interesting to say :P Quoting a huge post, in bits, and responding to each point, is perfectly readable and can be quite interesting.

[Rather Dashing]

Ah! I was wondering :)

Andrew: as bad as posting it the first time was, repeating it will always be worse.
Yeah, Project Gutenberg is where I get all of my English public domain needs, especially because they usually have several differently-formatted versions. For Count of Monte Cristo, this is obviously not ideal for you, as you can read it in its original form. I don't know French though, so this is my best option for Dumas' work.

[JedExodus]

Rather Dashing, after digesting your previous posting I see that you raise some good points and I from now on will be reading more and more of your views, opinions and outlooks. Excelsior!

[Avistew]

Yeah, Project Gutenberg is where I get all of my English public domain needs, especially because they usually have several differently-formatted versions. For Count of Monte Cristo, this is obviously not ideal for you, as you can read it in its original form. I don't know French though, so this is my best option for Dumas' work.

Project Gutenberg has many works in their original language along with the English translation (or one of them if there are several). I got my Hugo from them.

[Rather Dashing]

Project Gutenberg has many works in their original language along with the English translation (or one of them if there are several). I got my Hugo from them.
Oh hey, you're right (http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/17989). In fact, I now distinctly remember getting El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha from them.

Haha. Wow, totally went dense on that one.

[GinnyN]

In fact, I now distinctly remember getting El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha from them.

I have to read that.

I can't believe I'm saying that in a forum about video games and in English.

One of the wonders of this wonderful forum.

[BadStrong]

Dear Internet - please quit being pessimistic b-tards. Also, relax. Thanks.

No.

[GuruGuru214]

I find it highly disconcerting that people are ignoring my posts. After all, I do try to think extensively about what it is that I am including in my posts. Besides, I think a long post generally has more thought and discussion value than a short one. I often find myself enjoying a good read of a longer forum post, because I know the person involved has a lot to say.

Depending on the circumstances, I would tend to agree with you. However, I've been getting to my computer later in the day lately, so by the time I get here, there's quite a bit to read through. And if there's a thread that's comprised almost entirely of posts that are each a wall of text, there's no way I'm going to be able to get myself to read through that whole thread.

So yeah, this is why I'll never read your "Video games are not art" thread. That thing was out of control way before I even saw it. I did skim and get an idea of your point, though.

Also, does anyone else think that this thread belongs in general discussion?

Just stumbled upon this

http://www.credoaction.com/comics/2010/04/if-real-life-were-more-like-the-internet/

Teehee:p

http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2004/03/19/

[MusicallyInspired]

I'd just like to pop in here and mention that I admire people who can write a whole wall of text just to prove a point. Not that any of the content actually matters so much as the fact that it's there and that you can actually come up with all of it as basically filler. Genius.

[Ripcord]

I'd just like to pop in here and mention that I admire people who can write a whole wall of text just to prove a point.

Does cut+pasting count?

[Hero1]

I definitely think the Sam & Max forums have gone downhill.. It's full of lots of (ridiculous,over the top) complaining..people going on off topic nonsense in nearly every thread..and worst of all a lot of unfunny people.. Where have all the great sam and max fans gone? I used to love how funny this place was.. Anyway I prob shouldn't be decrying the forum as a moderator.. I will be organising a gift basket for season 3 of sam & max.. Hey it's a tradition! So look out for more info closer to the release of episode 5

[Shwoo]

This happened to the Monkey Island forum when Tales came out as well. It got better, and I'm sure it will here, too.

[GinnyN]

I definitely think the Sam & Max forums have gone downhill.. It's full of lots of (ridiculous,over the top) complaining..people going on off topic nonsense in nearly every thread..and worst of all a lot of unfunny people.. Where have all the great sam and max fans gone? I used to love how funny this place was.. Anyway I prob shouldn't be decrying the forum as a moderator..

I was planning to avoid the forums until the Season Ends not for avoid spoilers, just for this. At least there's no people calling you not worthy fan because you hadn't played Hit the Road or something.

I will be organising a gift basket for season 3 of sam & max.. Hey it's a tradition! So look out for more info closer to the release of episode 5

You have to plan that earlier! I live in another HEMIPHERE. How *** do you think I could participate if you don't give me at least 2 months?

[MusicallyInspired]

Does cut+pasting count?

No.

[Rather Dashing]

It's OK Ripcord. It was a joke. My other option was to actually write out my own filler text, and then people may not realize it was filler and actually read the damn thing. This way, people notice the filler pretty damn quickly.

[Avistew]

It's OK Ripcord. It was a joke. My other option was to actually write out my own filler text, and then people may not realize it was filler and actually read the damn thing. This way, people notice the filler pretty damn quickly.

Wait, we weren't supposed to read it all? Then why did you choose a good book? People would be less likely to read something you wrote yourself, you know.
Plus it would have been easy enough to start being nonsensical.

[Rather Dashing]

Wait, we weren't supposed to read it all? Then why did you choose a good book?
The greatest, as far as I'm concerned(though I'm sure something is lost in translation). Still, it's totally not the best way to go through the whole thing, since I reformatted bits to make it look less like a dialog between two characters speaking relatively short lines, and more like a plausible rant if you, um, don't even scan over the thing. Anyway, the book is so great that anyone who wants to read it can easily pick up their unabridged copies off their bookshelf. After all, it's some of the greatest literature ever penned by a human being, certainly everyone owns the text or has obtained it in some form or another that is more pleasing to the eye, preferably on paper or an e-reader device of some form.

People would be less likely to read something you wrote yourself, you know.
Well, that's just plain hurtful. I mean, true sure, but hurtful. :(

Plus it would have been easy enough to start being nonsensical.
Would it have been? I don't think so. After all, wasn't it Bertrand Russell who once said "In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted."? Protip: It was him, and that quote is completely relevant? Why? Pancakes, that's why. No no, don't go away, this wraps around to the main point eventually. See, we always just assumed that pancakes should be separate things from the rest of your breakfast. But then, BAM! (http://imgur.com/VceNC.jpg), breakfast re-thought. Now, if you can rethink something as simple as BACON AND PANCAKES, surely there are things you can address in what are ostensibly the great questions of life as we know it! For example, can breakfast look like a mouse that is smiling at you, gving a carefree sense of joy to your morning? OH YEAH (http://imgur.com/beHMJ.jpg), that jolly mouse is all over that shit. He's like, "Screw you, depression! I'm all over this fucking thing. I have eyes made of blueberries and shit! I MEAN FUCK. See that, only two blueberries. It takes BALLS to only have to blueberries in blueberry pancakes, but this shit is ART, FUCK YEAH. Life seeming like an uncontrollable downward spiral towards onliness and death? Throw some SMILING MICE into that shit! Yeah! SMILING MOUSE BREAKFAST." Now, let's say you don't want to think about breakfast. Maybe breakfast killed your parents, leaving you a huge inheritance, making you a really depressing rendition of Richie Rich. Now, let's say you're filled with a desire for vengeance now, and you need to exact vengeance on all the superstitious scum scraped from the bottom of the barrel of humanity. Why go the old way for this kind of thing? I mean, BAM! (http://imgur.com/21EFt.jpg) Throw some fuckin' GOGGLES into that shit. Maybe even some glidey wings and a STEAM ENGINE. MAN. FUCK. That shit is AWESOME. But hey, maybe you're not for the color scheme or the steam shit, but still think goggles are awesome, Well, put a fuckin' question mark over that shit, because BLAM! (http://imgur.com/Zwji2.jpg) Alternatives are all over this shit. Look, see, now you've got yourself a trenchcoat and a fucking FEDORA. And now you're dressed in black, you know, to match your surroundings and to fit in with the hip gothic demographic! Speaking of demographics, but really steering away from demographics entirely, let's say you don't want to save the world. Maybe you just want to sit around in the ocean, PHOTOSYNTHESIZING and shit, but you don't want to be a plant AND you don't want to give up being multicellular. BLAM! (http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/pets-animals/stories/bizarre-sea-slug-is-half-plant-half-animal-0) Now your'e a sea slug. What? This is too awesome to be true? Maybe, but that doesn't matter. You know, because BLAM! (http://feeds.gawker.com/~r/lifehacker/full/~3/NU4bEsm7vOM/how-to-migrate-email-from-one-gmail-account-to-another) Oh, didn't have any lead-in text for that one? QUESTION MARKS ALL OVER. Hanging question marks over here, hung some over there, and you have no idea where I'm gonna hang them next. But hey, now you know how to MIGRATE GMAIL ACCOUNTS. That's completely new information for you, right there. How's that for innovation? How's that for BLAM! (http://feeds.gawker.com/~r/lifehacker/full/~3/NU4bEsm7vOM/how-to-migrate-email-from-one-gmail-account-to-another). Mid-sentence blam! I don't even have a lead-in for that, it's just what I was reading at the time! YEAH. I suppose I should have picked something that makes me look more intelligent, though, as this whole endeavor is certainly going to be at least a point against me. Hey, anybody seen La Grande Illusion? Jean Renoir is one of the best filmmakers of all time. Hey! Look! A bunny! Oh, and yeah, I guess it would be easy for me to do this. I could probably even go on, if I wanted. For example, hey, Outcast (http://www.gog.com/en/gamecard/outcast) was just added to GOG! That game is a woefully under-appreciated title. The thing was ENTIRELY ahead of its time, and I'm surprised to hear Kotaku (http://kotaku.com/5520932/the-best-game-i-played-today-was-over-ten-years-old) of all places praise it before HG101 (http://www.hardcoregaming101.net/), which has been on a marvellously refreshing Adventure and WRPG streak lately. Also, kitty litter. What's up with that stuff? I'll tell you what's up with it. Chair. Yes, CHAIR. Chair head ceiling dragon axe axe fire. The axe jumped over the mountain, and what do you think he saw? Huns. Atilla and the whole gang, just eating pizza with the Ninja Turtles. The Huns have agreed to help the Turtles against the Foot clan, because their jet packs give them an advantage and the foot clan stole their nanobots. Oh sure, the foot clan TRIED to frame the Turtles, but the Huns were quickly convinced that they had the wrong guys when the Turtles belted out an amazing rock ballad about friendship, love, safe sex, and how taking drugs is not cool. So, of course, they walked to the moon to face the Foot clan in their plan to win a dancing competition on the moon in order to obtain the Magical McMuffin, an artifact that would allow the Foot clan to control every Spring fashion season for the rest of time!

Okay I'm done.

[Avistew]

Well, that's just plain hurtful. I mean, true sure, but hurtful. :(

I was just teasing you :p Don't worry, it means I like you.

(You were rude in that wall of text. You might want to be careful about that).

[Rather Dashing]

I was just teasing you :p Don't worry, it means I like you.
:o
:rolleyes:

(You were rude in that wall of text. You might want to be careful about that).
I'm sure I would have used less harsh language if I thought anybody that cared was going to read it.

[nikasaur]

:o
:rolleyes:


I'm sure I would have used less harsh language if I thought anybody that cared was going to read it.

I saw a broken link attached to some swearing.
Time to shut down the internet, we have a fugitive here, folks.

[Rather Dashing]

I saw a broken link attached to some swearing.
Time to shut down the internet, we have a fugitive here, folks.
It's okay! I totally fixed it. The link isn't broken and there's no more swearing.

...

On a broken link, anyway.


:cool:

[ShaggE]

Where have all the great sam and max fans gone? I used to love how funny this place was..

Hiya, boss. :p

I tend to stick to general chat until a game is underway, so I haven't noticed any trends amongst demeanor in here. But alas, as a forum grows larger, so does the chance for general malfeasance. (my second favorite kind of feasance!)

[Hero1]

Hiya, boss. :p

I tend to stick to general chat until a game is underway, so I haven't noticed any trends amongst demeanor in here. But alas, as a forum grows larger, so does the chance for general malfeasance. (my second favorite kind of feasance!)

Well I'mglad you are still around! Us old forum members need to stick together :p There is over 50,000 people registered these days..

[Kaldire]

...
2006 is old?

wow.. time is flying

I always loved the lucas forums better.. but thats when jakey poo modded back n the way back machine

[Rather Dashing]

Yeah! Woo! Two-thousand and eight!

...

Okay, so I was a little late to the party, but I totally knew these guys were around. I know that doesn't count for anything, though. :P

[Harald B]

I was in slightly late but as with so many things I think of myself as oldschool anyway. And you can be sure I'm sticking around.

[Hassat Hunter]

2008.

Only decided to make a forum account this year though...

[Ripcord]

I could have sworn I'd been here longer than 2008 and more than a mere 200 posts. But Computers Don't Lie. Maybe I had some other account I forgot about in only two years =)

[Hassat Hunter]

Or most your posts went into the "games" section where posts don't count?

[Matt H]

We love the fans, and with every decision we make we have all of you in mind. We understand that we can't please everyone since that just isn't possible. TTG is just a bunch of people who love making games with a focus on telling a great story and we are happy that you guys love playing those games. At the end of the day, the fact that you guys are even on our forums is a sign that you care. We listen to what you say and we try to make decisions based on your feedback (positive and negative). There are always factors that the community isn't going to be aware of, but we do whatever we can to make the most amount of people happy.

[puzzlebox]

We love the fans

Flattery will get you everywhere. :D

[Alcoremortis]

We love the fans

And we love you too.

In a very non-creepy, strictly company-fanpeople way.

[Avistew]

In a very non-creepy, strictly company-fanpeople way.

Speak for yourself.

[GuruGuru214]

Speak for yourself.

Avistew: Getting slightly creepier with every post since 2009.

[Alcoremortis]

Speak for yourself.

I probably should have put some sort of qualifier in there. Like "everyone EXCEPT Avistew."

Oh well, live and learn. :D

[SBCGateAP]

Well that thread you specifically mentioned DID have a point. Why did TTG have to put content in one of their games exclusively for one of the most expensive consoles?
On the other hand, I would be... for a lack of a better and more acceptable term, platform-exclusive if I were a game developer who had an incentive for doing so.

Internet nerds seem so cruel. They demand that you hurry up, and when you finally release your next masterpiece with a few flaws because you rushed they yell at you some more. I'd say just ignore them because they can not be satisfied, and look to the patient people who really love your content, as well as the reviewers(because if you make money from your content you want good reviews) for your audience.

one final note: if everyone could easily be satisfied with everything, would this world be called "life", "heaven", "7734", or neither?

[BoneFreak]

this world be called "life", "heaven", "7734", or neither?


7734? Really?

"Crudfully? Really? What, was your mom watching over your shoulder when you typed this email? Don't worry, I still would of made fun of you, just probably would've left your mom out of it." - Strong Bad